Jan 07, 2007 17:40
Now, I have a ridiculous amount of work to do. A productive Sunday was stretching ahead of me: flatmate out for the day, so had the Fortress of Solitude all to myself; traditional Sunday morning hangover waned by 8am; I'd remembered to put the Diet Coke in the fridge. An excellent start.
But instead of industriously planning Science & Numeracy for the coming week, I have instead spent the time catching up with all my Christmas telly: the Green Wing special, re-watching Torchwood, the Vicar of Dibley marrying the hotness that is Richard Armitage. So, I've pretty spent the day drinking the aforementioned frosty beverages, and squeeing at the television. Oh, Caroline & Mac! Oh, Jack & Ianto! Get thee on my OTP list, along with Remus/Sirius, Ron/Hermione, and Simon/Kaylee!
But of course, now that my excitable, channelling-my-adolescence excitement is waning, and I'm once more crippled beneath the weight of work. Agh.
I'm not going to pretend it wasn't worth it though. Festive TV specials: I bow down before your awesomeness. While cursing myself for not fostering my intellectual development by watching documentaries about Renaissance sculpture, and the like.